Freya: as a disclaimer, ME NO OWNIE!!!!! -- as a summary,
Children are children. like boys are boys. only difference, you can scold oys, but little children hereby dubbed "the geniuses who will succeed L", well, that's a bit different.
No one ever accosted Near for playing with kid's toys.
Of course, no one ever did. It was what he did, and what he continues to do. Blocks and whatever he can make out of them. Little stuffed animals that he could hurl at each other and pretend to talk with.
There's the key word there, pretend.
No one ever knew if Near was talking to himself, but they never did scold him for it. He was quiet and silent and hardly ever caused any ruckus around Wammy's, and the dorm mothers were truly thankful.
And if he was, what could they do?
Some would say : it's his way of genius. You know how smart they are.
Another would counter: Maybe we should tell Mr. Wammy, or Roger, even. I don't think it's normal.
( then again, this one might be new, because nothing at Wammy's was normal )
Someone else would pipe up : (and maybe this one's been here for a really long time ) oh, cut it. You
know that's how he is. Just be thankful he's not like the other children we have to clean up after.
Still, who cared if Near would talk to (or pretend to talk to, because no one really knew) his toys?
Some things were really better left unsaid.
No one ever scolded Mello for eating smoking underage.
Of course, they tried. Countless times and threats for children to make them quiet, and yet it would never work. That Mello was a hardy one, they would say. Long cigars, or cheap smokes whenever ( when, really, is the question) he could manage.
There it is, whenever.
They really didn't know when he got them, though seeing him without one could be a real treat for the ladies, it solved one problem for the moment at least.
But then they would see him with it again, ten minutes later, puffing on it and inhaling that dangerous white blast of smoke and exhaling it as such, never really caring if they grounded him and took it away.
There was always more of it, the next time around.
Some would say : (and really, it was just some ) oh, don't mind the boy. At least he's not breaking windows.
Another would counter : (and still it's a bit of a mystery whether this one's new or just stupid ) I still say we should tell Roger, in my land (and we please abhor this as a figure of speech) we never let our (figure of speech, figure of speech) boys have any of those.
Someone else would pipe up : and we're really thankful for this one, really) Just let it be, Mello will quit. Ten minutes, give the little genius ten minutes and I tell ya, he'll oust Einstein! (then again, maybe a really long time is too long )
Yet, who cared if Mello smoked? None of the other kids (to there knowledge ) ever did the same, and he seemed to know what he was doing, leveling it out with chocolate bars and sometimes alcohol (the mothers would shake their heads- then ask him if he had some gin).
It was one of those things no one really knew what to say about.
And it was always left unsaid.
Freya: and I escaped for a couple of hours and this got into my head. But don't worry, S2 and NTI will be ready for up-loading by next week, when I devote my all to them!!!!!
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